[Kid]
Grandfather, tell me a story
[Grandfather]
Well, then.
I was standing on a hill, with a crown of steel
Before me, the armies of world
Waiting
[Army]
They can't stop us, let them try
For heavy metal we will die
[Grandfather]
And a talk to myself
What a wonderful world
Suddenly, a gust of wind came up from the north
There appeared a lone tricycler, holding a happy meal
Then, from the south came another
Bearing the battle dil*o
From the east, came a third
Holding a baby-doll
Finally, from the west a nanorider
Wield a great tampax of war.
And the four spoke the words of the Nanowarrior's prayer
As I stood them, I looked on
I heard the armies of the who*es
bl**jobbing them, without hands
And their voices of ecstasy.
Carried long and far throughout the land
[Kid]
Grandfather
[Grandfather]
Yes?
[Kid]
Who were those warriors?
[Grandfather]
They were the METAL QUEERS.